Out Of The Ashes

Freedom. For the first time, freedom. Dwight Pendav stood on the edge of the pier considering this huddled in his hood and cloak. Free from slander, from spite, from his very name. No more lies, no more hate, no more Noelle. He closed his eyes and for the first time since he had arrived in that gods-forsaken city, he breathed free.

All his life he said he was more a country rascal than a bureaucrat. All his life, he had been tied to one constraint or another by society. All his life being judged, measured, countermeasured and made to fit standards that weren't his own. But now? Nobody cared anymore. After all, nobody cares about a dead man.

But now, what was he? Another face in the crowd? His hand clenched into a fist thinking about it. Another dead man, another face, another day. Did it matter? And with the measures he took to make sure that it had worked… blaming the woman he once called his friend? Dammit who was he anymore! Who was Dwight Pendav to begin with? No, that chapter was done, he knew this. Dwight Pendav was damaged goods one way or another. His mind and body were unshackled from the chains brought by his old name. The song of Dwight Pendav was over, the last note was sung. It was time for a new story. The fire of Noelle Hath had at last consumed him. Now, he was like the Phoenix, rising from the ashes. Reborn, reborn with wings.

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Freedom. For the first time, freedom. Dwight Pendav stood on the edge of the pier considering this huddled in his hood and cloak. Free from slander, from spite, from his very name. No more lies, no more hate, no more Noelle. He closed his eyes and for the first time since he had arrived in that gods-forsaken city, he breathed free.

All his life he said he was more a country rascal than a bureaucrat. All his life, he had been tied to one constraint or another by society. All his life being judged, measured, countermeasured and made to fit standards that weren't his own. But now? Nobody cared anymore. After all, nobody cares about a dead man.

But now, what was he? Another face in the crowd? His hand clenched into a fist thinking about it. Another dead man, another face, another day. Did it matter? And with the measures he took to make sure that it had worked… blaming the woman he once called his friend? Dammit who was he anymore! Who was Dwight Pendav to begin with? No, that chapter was done, he knew this. Dwight Pendav was damaged goods one way or another. His mind and body were unshackled from the chains brought by his old name. The song of Dwight Pendav was over, the last note was sung. It was time for a new story. The fire of Noelle Hath had at last consumed him. Now, he was like the Phoenix, rising from the ashes. Reborn, reborn with wings.

@AtticCat @ArmoredIguana @Psycho_Squirrel1 @OwiverVan
 
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Tfw you basically single handedly end an aspiring noble family
 
To be honest, I'm still surprised that this is a thing that I helped with. It's going to create some interesting scenarios to go through.
 
UrnackOfIrtath said:
I kinda wanna find an open minded noble family that's willing to just take Dwight in and tell everyone he's and obscure second cousin. Then he can take a new name and everything, just us to avoid people who knew him before.
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I have a character that is needing of playing in the House Valdemar: https://forums.massivecraft.com/threads/house-valdemar.49542/
Thrain is of the more important to have at current moment and more family positions will be coming out soon.
 
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